All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
Be silent, Only the Hand of God Can remove The burdens of your heart.
Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.